FFWD – Roasted Rhubarb

It’s not the complicated recipes that evoke sensory memories for me, though I have plenty of other memories about those dishes. My mother’s French Onion soup is inextricably linked with Hayley Mills and The Moon-Spinners, because she once made it for us on a Mother and daughters movie night. Coq au Vin and Angel Food Cake bring to mind special occasions with Tante Leona, my mother’s aunt. Pâte de Cochon and tourtière mean Christmas. But these are associative memories, not strongly sensory.

The memories that transport me to particular periods of my life, rather than specific events, are triggered by simple aromas. Caramelizing sugar brings me back to early childhood, my mother making sucre à la crème on the stovetop. Roasting garlic and lemon are associated with my university years, when my idea of sophisticated home cuisine was 40 Cloves of Garlic Chicken. Rhubarb cooking down is the scent of early summer, reminding me of the building excitement as the school year neared its end. Rhubarb found its way into puffs, crisps and pies, but one of the first things my mother always did with it was to cook some down on the stove with sugar. It would often end up served over ice cream, usually on a hot June day.

We’ve not had many hot days this month, but this afternoon I evoked the memory of warm days with this week’s French Fridays recipe. Instead of cooking it down slowly on the stove, though, this recipe calls for chunks of rhubarb to be tossed with sugar and freshly grated lemon zest (I added a pinch of cinnamon, too) and then roasted in the oven. This method requires almost no attention – no frequent stirring and temperature checks and leaves the pieces of rhubarb soft, infused with the flavour of the sugar. Cooking rhubarb on the stovetop breaks down its fibres, incorporating the sugar syrup, but this method leaves the rhubarb intact, surrounded by a sugary sauce. It’s a lovely variation and just as good with ice cream as the original.

What are some of the things that trigger sensory memories for you? Scents, sounds, colours? I’d love to hear.

You can find many other blogged descriptions of this week’s FFWD recipe here: Roasted Rhubarb

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27 thoughts on “FFWD – Roasted Rhubarb”

It’s so sweet reading about how certain aromas bring you back to certain periods in your life. I haven’t cooked with rhubard before but I think it will always remind me of the Anna Olson’s show ‘Sugar’ as that’s where I first heard of rhubard. 🙂

What a lovely story of various aromas. It so nice to associate them with different memories. During
World War 2, my Mom had a victory garden where she grew rhubarb. I did not eat much fruit when I was young
so I never it even though she cooked it many different ways. This was Tricia and my own first attempt
cooking it and were quite surprised. Definitely will do this one again. Great photos.

Thanks for sharing your story of the victory garden, Nana. I love hearing about people’s memories. Glad you liked the rhubarb! I’m looking forward to doing it again before the rhubarb’s done for the season.

That top photo is fantastic! Thanks for sharing your food memories. I feel like food memories are so lasting because they are about the context it reminds about, not just the flavors remembered. I cook so differently than my mother, though I still am reminded of her cooking and my childhood by dishes she never made that have a similar smell or taste.

Thanks, Betsy! I agree that it’s the context that makes those memories stick with you. I also love how similarity is enough to trigger memories, too. It’s like you’re carrying on a tradition, even though you cook differently than your mother.

Beautiful descriptions of memories associated with the aromas of seasonal foods, rhubarb reminds me of our neighbors across the street growing up because that is my earliest memory of small bowls of stewed rhubarb served with dinner. I come from a family of good cooks so I have many good food memories, it sounds like you did too;-)

I do come from a family of good cooks – it makes such a difference! I’ve had friends who didn’t grow up with good food traditions and learning to cook and develop their palates could be a real struggle for them.

It’s so true, smells bring back the most vivid childhood memories…I know my children will forever associate the smell of frying garlic with my kitchen, and the smell of chicken cooking on the grill brings me right back to my days waiting in the backyard for my dad to finish cooking dinner on hot July evenings in the Midwest.

I loved reading about your memories. This is such a lovely post. Rhubarb is also associated with my wonderful childhood memories that include my grandma and my great-grandma. I made many pies this week for a party and the rhubarb ones were the most commented on and brought the most excitement…out of 17 varieties. I found that to be very interesting. All the comments related to childhood memories. I always enjoy your post and beautiful photos.

I love The Moon Spinners! I think it is so underrated. I think I associate the taste in food with memories – especially those that have to do with my mother’s cooking. Some things might not look the same, but once they hit my mouth, I’m there.

I just wanted to thank everyone again for sharing their food memories in the comments. It’s interesting to hear about everyone’s experiences and to think about how wrapped up our senses are with our experiences.